Well, we messed with the time continuum again this past weekend, falling back and retrieving one hour.
I’m never good during these moments of transition. Even though we’ve “gained” these minutes back — the time we somehow “lost” in the spring — it’s hard for me to find my equilibrium.
In the past, I spend the day after springing-forward or falling-back trying to restore order to chaos again. I have tried cleaning everything in sight or cooking some multi-step-recipe-with-weird-ingredients dinner. And after an hour or so, I give up, eat my way through the kids’ Halloween candy, and wonder why losing light at 5:00 is so heart-wrenching.
This year, I think I found the cure for the time-change blues.
It starts with the idea that, knowing our brains are having to acclimate to the change, we all must be a little kinder to each other, a little more compassionate to any grumps along the way. Of course the same daily little irritants are going to crop up — the kids are going to bicker, no one will ever learn to wipe down the sticky counters after making a sandwich, and I’ll once again remember too late that I’ve left a washer full of wet, twisted clothes overnight. But after a time-change (even the “good” one where we gain the precious hour), these can seem intentional attacks on my sanity.
At this point it’s good to take a step back, breathe deeply and remember: Soggy laundry that never made it to the dryer isn’t personal. It’s just laundry.
I’ve also realized that planning Big Things now is a mistake — that my idea to renovate the entire top floor of our house or to invest in a vacation timeshare might be slightly misguided and definitely regretted later.
And this year, I decided to do something completely different, something to shake up the usual Sunday-errand-running schedule. This might be the best remedy for the time-change blues:
That’s right — tickets to see Miss Saigon. If a big Broadway-production is playing somewhere near you, I highly recommend it for its cathartic properties. It’s hard to feel depressed about the onset of winter after bawling your eyes out watching a play about a young mother who survived the fall of Saigon give up her son. With a soaring musical score, no less.
How did you deal with the time change?